26 years old. Ex-ex-pat. Wandering Californian. Pseudo historian. Grad student. Queer. Beer enthusiast. Anglophile. Theoretical time traveler. Part time librarian. Full time loser. The usual.
I don’t remember adding a good portion of this stuff to my ‘to read’ list on Goodreads. Did I get drunk and trawl every reading list I could find again? Almost certainly. Do I have regrets? Not even.
My cell phone alarm app has a section for each alarm that allows you to put in a memo/name the alarm. For example, my 6:30 alarm’s memo is “go the fuck to work”.
I have one alarm saved in there for 4 am. The memo is “motivation”. The hell was I doing at 4 am and why did I need to motivate myself to do it?
I can’t watch any of Rick Steves’ Europe shows without crying.
Just losing my shit over Belfast, nothing to see here.
"Ok, gods of history and/or gods of queer, here’s the thing. If you guys help me out and get me into grad school in DC I swear to you I will do everything in my power to get at least an internship at the national LGBT history museum to help make that business a reality and make you guys proud, ok?"
I’m just going to go ahead and preemptively apologize in case I become one of those assholes who post nothing but pictures of their cat.
Right now the options are: either I rage about politics, wail about my lack of gainful employment, or overload you with pictures of Samson being cute. I think I know which one we all prefer.
I feel I should mention: I actively dislike Katy Perry.
If the places I’ve lived were the people I’ve dated, Germany would be the one I call at 2 am while sloppy drunk in order to leave a horrible rendition of “Teenage Dream” on their answering machine.
EXCUSE ME WHILE I LISTEN TO MIKA’S NEW ALBUM. EXCUSE ME WHILE I SEE HE HAS A SONG CALLED “EMILY”. EXCUSE ME WHILE I ROLL AROUND ON THE FLOOR.
CAPS LOCK IS A NECESSITY.
as you were.
Mom: One of my friends is going to Germany tomorrow.
Em: AHHHHH why am I not going to Germany tomorrow.
Mom: She knows people who have a vinyard outside Frankfurt.
Em: AHHHH I know people who have vinyards outside Frankfurt.
Mom: And then they're going to Oktoberfest.
Em: AHHHH I know people who are going to Oktoberfest.